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All Things, Considered

I believe that (1) language is the most powerful tool we have (2) bravery is the most admirable quality in a person and (3) the best is yet to come.

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    • I. Staying in Character
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    • VI. What They Don’t Tell You
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    • IX. How to Miss an Important Train
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    • XIV. Exchange: The Final Week
    • XV. Baggage Limit Exceeded
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    • Leo’s Sin (2016)
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“When I was backpacking around New Zealand, I never told my Mum I was going skydiving,” my friend confessed, as we were walking back to our university residence one night.

I looked at her. To be 20 is to be doing, right now, all the things we’ll refer to offhandedly for a very long time. Like going on exchange. Or skydiving. Things that demarcate a before and after.

“How was it?” I asked.

“I went through a cloud. I didn’t know what was going to happen, but I just saw this solid thing beneath me.” She placed her hands on her cheeks, then, eyes lighting up. “And then I went through it, and there were a thousand hard, tiny rain droplets on my face.” Read more.

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